Mitch waited quietly. And waited a bit more. Usually if there was a zombie, he would've heard it clumsily running toward the source of the noise. However, there was nothing but the ever so faint sound of footsteps. Well, maybe footsteps. Holding his breath, he stepped to the end of the shelves. He peeked around the corner. A woman. Not a very big one. However, the way she looked indicated that she had to be a zombie. Perhaps one that was more confused and more slow than he had hoped. Though it couldn't be a bad thing.
Taking a deep breath, he ducked back around the end. He at least felt in control of the situation still. For distraction number two, he kicked the edge of the shelves behind him with his heel. With his bat prepared, he waited for her to respond.